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Where are the brows with the fresh rose crown'd?
And the floating forms with the bright zone bound?
And the waving locks and the flying feet,
That still should be where the mirthful meet?
—They are gone—they are fled—they are parted all—
    —Alas! the forsaken Hall!⁠F. H.